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John freeman's Biography I am born and raised, in pope county Arkansas, where I still reside. I live in a small group called Pleasant Grove, about twenty miles north of Russellville on hwy 7, a beautiful highway cut through the famous Ozark mountains. Russellville, a larger city, intersected, by I-40 is about ninety miles west of Little Rock, capital. I am a retired OTR truck driver as of 2009, certainly not a writer, as one may determine. In my life while I have written one poem prior to 2009, “The Tale of a Pig’s Tail”, when my confidence permits I may share on this web. Immediately upon my retirement, the first month of 2009, poems of the kind that I’ve shared on “#Poetry Soup” begin to emerge up from my heart, like a river that could not be stopped, as if I had something to write. Ha! Well anyway, you be the judge, but whatever the mind, I do not think it will stay this flow, sorry. The message seems to be, “God is Love, the power, of Truth which is his Kingdom”, the much larger picture of a reality, of which, the imitative will cannot conceive of by itself. I am single and have one son named Boyce, made famous by an honorable mention in one of my poems. Lol! Also, I have written true poems about my dear grandmother and granddaughter. I have many other children and grand children that I hope to write poems in honor of each member of my immediate family.

I lovingly accept your warm welcome to “Poetry Soup”. Thanks so much, for your comments on my Poems, and the one Blog I have posted. My welcoming was fantastic, thanks! I am love, created to be, and that is what I write about, so one may say whatever one believes in comments, about my stuff. If my feeling are hurt my love will absolve, never allow yourself worry about that. It will not be a problem! Having not got some of the meanings in my stuff, feel free to ask questions. We all are touching some part of the proverbial elephant, the cosmic consciousness, of creator. I do not mind relating that I think he is the essence, love itself. We’re in this thing, the reality of life, together, as one bound by the essence. In finality, poets are poets because they are acting out, the creative nature of their creator, by the potential the creator placed with in the sacred heart. My opinion is that love is that capacity spoken of, though that is already known from the poems that I write, so who am I kidding! Ha! Lovingly, John Moses Freeman

By Precept, an Analogy

Blog Posted:5/9/2012 12:24:00 PM

The impulse of now motivates the how in all motions of time. Now is virtually a still point in which all parts of a state of something moves in simultaneity. This now impulse enables the immortality of souls, nothing proceeds toward chaos in the now state. Now faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. The now quality of Love produces faith… substance that Love’s consciousness hoped for. Unconditional Love is Father's estate of now. Accepting that fact of the now gives one now faith to perform in the now, using the substance of now faith. Concept could never destroy precept because concept is but the lower end of precept. “cut off your nose to spite your face!” You could say that Love did precept the concept, what power then would concept have of itself to destroy precept? Could precept power by its own concept destroy itself. Could Love(God) destroy self? See then how ill equipped concept is to handle its own affairs by itself without its precept which is its power to exist? Human concept logic is foolish in this respect.

Simply stated, the concept of something in its manifestation always progresses toward the complexity of chaos, while its precept remains stable basis in its simplicity of essence. It would seem that the concept of the human scientific community mind would realize this truth in the face of such overwhelming manifesting facts. Each scientific discovery always leads right back to this precept hypothesis. Simply, the power source of something always leads back to a center that maintains its stability. This is the power point of any form’s precept beginning. It is this simplistic axis of truth in a form that will reveal it’s secret which will always be a simplistic impulse of power from a source of something’s precept idea. The precept is the source and human concept will never be able to duplicate it’s power. Therefore, our human concept must accept the logic of the precept as simply being, at some point, in order to access the precept logic of thinking for ourselves. Simple quality forms quantity, the answer to what is the power source will never be realized studying the quantity end of its cycle of motivation, for it proceeds always toward the chaos of complexity. Love or God is the quality of quantity. The mind in time is below the refined of the mind of divined. In other words the mind of the Spirit is the precept power of this human mind of mine.